MISSED ME?

MISSED ME?

pairing: hobo eren x black fem!yn

synopsis: having mr.kruger as your last patient of the night wouldn’t be too bad, right?

word count: 3.5k

author’s note: hi i’m sebas & i’m fairly new to writing on tumblr! i was supposed to post this ages ago but chickened out, however i’ve gained the balls to post, so here i am! please be at least 17+ interacting with my works. enjoy <3.

content warning: eren being a tease, big dick!eren, mature language, cervix kissing, dirty talk, breeding, overstimming, mirror fucking, slight fluff, eren’s a pussy eating feen, squirting, a little thumb in booty action, degradation, slight betrayal, mentions of treason, probably many typos of mine

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DEBT, CHAPTER SIX

➣ warnings: yakuza boss!toji fushiguro x black coded reader, mentions of sex, mentions of sex work, profanity, gang violence, yakuza au, baby!megumi, drug mentioned, alcohol usage, drug usage, stripping, ➣ chapter summary: toji's adventures during naoya's annual pool party.

➣ tags: @maydayaisha @eiflawriting @ihateliyah @galaxness @ceeriusly-dumb @stephanythedramaqueen @littlemochi @babe-im-bi @todo7roki @thicksimpx @whatdidhesayyyy @hellavile @imperatorkhaleesi @etaerealboy @caribbeanwifey19

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THE WAY TOJI RAN HIS BRANCH AND THE WAY NAOYA RAN HIS BRANCH WERE INSANELY DIFFERENT. When Toji entered the room many people bowed out of respect, but when Naoya entered the room people bowed out of fear. Maybe that’s why the two couldn’t coexist in the same branch as it was supposed to. Technically, the two of them were supposed to run the same districts together. However, the two had different ideas, hopes, and morals regarding the way their branch should have been run. Forcing the branch to eventually divide into a Toji side and a Naoya side. Which was followed by his family choosing that Naoya was the best route to go because you don’t get power without striking fear in people’s hearts. 

So that’s how the Fushiguro branch was created. He had to start over due to the fear Naoya struck in the current men's hearts. Toji became completely iced out of a yakuza gang he helped build up and soon his family as a whole. He didn’t mind. It was one thing he knew how to do and that was build something from nothing. Now he controlled districts with running such a little gang. He didn’t do it by beating up people and forcing local shop owners in his districts into submission. He did it in a respectful way where people greeted him with kindness and respect because they genuinely respected him. 

Maybe that’s why a lot of men stopped by where he was sitting during Naoya’s infamous pool party to greet him. Bowing their head out of respect and wishing him well before leaving. A glass of scotch was in his hand as he was pretending to enjoy the alcohol and his surroundings. The scent of an expensive cigar lingered up his nostrils as he sat back into the cushions of his seat. His dark eyes stared at where Naoya and Y/N were across the backyard. His skin was heating up in jealousy as he watched her put sunscreen on Naoya’s back. Toji’s nostrils flared so harshly at the sight. Toji asks the woman to give a lap dance to a low-rank member of a gang that involved her touching the guy. He had no problem with that because it was just some bottom-of-barrel guy from another gang. But this was Naoya. 

He was a manipulative condensing asshole. 

“His behavior will be his downfall,” Shui Kong would say as a young woman was placed in his lap. 

Despite him sporting the darkest color shades, Toji knew that Shui was giving Naoya the dirtiest look. Shui Kong was a very well-respected man in the industry of gangs and thugs. Toji has much respect for the guy considering he mastered many things like selling ancient art pieces and such on the black market. He had Japan’s black market in the palm of his hand. Shui even dodged an assassination attempt once or twice. “I can’t believe your family is allowing such an idiot to run their branch. It’s practically a suicide mission,” Shui would sigh as he watched Naoya and the young woman he was with a glance in their direction. 

Toji would lift his glass at the two before he eventually put the glass down on the table in front of him. His lips twitched in annoyance at how close Naoya was with Y/N. He could only inhale sharply and exhale. After all, he was the one that told her he couldn’t get attached to her. He was positive that getting jealous at her touching Naoya in such a provocative way would fall in the category of getting attached. His thoughts were interrupted by Shui once more, “How are you holding up Toji?” He asked.

Toji’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. He was forced to sit up in his seat to pay attention to what Shui asked. “What do you mean?” He asked.

“With taking care of Megumi now that his mom is gone?” Shui asked. “You didn’t properly grieve. The day after her funeral, you were out working and creating big moves.” 

Toji was growing so annoyed at the fact that people assumed he didn’t grieve over the death of Megumi’s mom. Why was everyone assuming that he didn’t properly grieve? Everyone grieves differently. If his way of grieving was continuing to grow an empire so Megumi can grow up to have something to fall back on, then be it. 

“I’m fine. I’ve grieved and Megumi is good.” Toji answered as he glanced around the backyard. His eyes finally met Nanami’s who standing near the back door of the huge mansion. “Now would you excuse me, I have to handle something quickly.” 

He approached Nanami who would walk back into the house. The majority of the people who were littered around the place were either drunk out of their minds, high, or both. Before disappearing into Naoya’s office, they were sure that no one was around. When the two were in the office, Toji started glancing around searching for something. He knew the majority of Naoya’s secret spots in his mansion. Only cause he was the one to help him design it that way. From the secret stash of guns under his walk-in closet floorboards to the safe built behind that silly portrait of Naoya. Toji knew Naoya like a book and it wasn’t because he’s grown up with him. It was because Toji somewhat shaped Naoya into the way he was from head to toe. 

His fingers traced alongside the old books that most likely were never touched by Naoya. Despite the books most likely having never been touched and there for decorations, no dust particles stained Toji’s fingertips. At least he kept his office nice and neat. He was mumbling a little rhyme he and Naoya made up to decipher what book to pull out for the secret door to Naoya’s chambers to open. When he finally got to the book, Toji tugged the book out and both he and Nanami could hear a sound. The loud creaking motion rang through their eardrums as they watch the bookcase slide right open revealing Naoya’s torture chamber. 

“How’d you know what book to pull out?” Nanami asked as he looked at Toji. 

“Just some silly rhyme we made up when we were close,” Toji said as he was the first to step into the darkness of the secret room that Naoya had hidden. 

A room that was meant to hide his riches, was now a secret layer of him torturing anyone that disrespects him, owe him money, and so much more. Toji knew that a lot of people had to die in this room, but the room still smelled as if someone scrubbed it down wonderfully with the most powerful lemon-scented cleaning supplies. He and Nanami didn’t 

“Do you think Y/N will be okay out there considering we just disappeared on her?” Nanami questioned as he was looking around the empty chambers. Even though it was so hot outside, it was so cold in the room they stood in. 

“She’ll be okay. The necklace she has on has a camera in it and Haibara will notify me if something is going on.” Toji answered as he was looking around. 

“You put a camera in a necklace? You don’t think that would break her trust with you? I mean, you could at least give her a heads-up.” Nanami said as he flashed his phone camera on a bulletin board. His eyes scanned over the details that were pinned on the board and such. 

“It’s for her protection. It’s not like I don’t trust her being around Naoya. It’s Naoya, I don’t trust being around her.” He sighed as he looked through a box that was in the corner of the room. He was searching for any sign that Y/N’s father has been there. However, he still wasn’t gaining any luck. 

Maybe Naoya moved him before the party. 

“Hey, come look at this,” Nanami said out loud as his head motioned to the bulletin board. “Is your cousin hunting someone down?” 

“Not that I know of. If he is, this person probably owes him money,” Toji shrugs as he also pulls out his phone to flash his phone light onto the bulletin board.

“But the guy in the photo doesn't look like he’ll owe someone money,” Nanami commented. He took note of how expensive the guy looked. 

The bulletin board was practically filled with photos of this mysterious man by himself, with women, with politicians, with bodyguards. He looked important. Toji couldn’t put a name to the face and Toji knew practically everyone. This man in the photos, Toji did not know, and that frustrated him. Especially given that Naoya was investigating him heavily, so why was he so important?

“Just take a picture of everything, we’ll have to figure out why Naoya is so interested in this guy. Maybe this guy has Y/N’s father.” Toji said as he glanced at the door. He was intensely listening to if someone was coming into the office.

Nanami was doing as he was told, taking pictures of everything in the room. “We should find out if Y/N’s father owes any other people. It’s as if we’re all racing to see who got him first and this guy is probably the one who has him.” Nanami explained as he glanced over at Toji who was flipping through some folder. 

It was paperwork with every person who owed Naoya money. From people to local shops in different districts. Toji took note that no one from the districts he controlled was on the paper. He wasn’t sure if people were just smart enough to not borrow money from Naoya or the fact that Naoya knew not to step foot into his districts without Toji’s knowledge. “Y/N’s father…” His eyes looked closely as he saw the name crossed up using a red pen. “His name is crossed out on the list,” Toji said.

“So, he paid his debt off to Naoya but not you?” Nanami asked as he was done taking pictures and he would walk towards Toji. “Does it say when he paid it off?” 

“Two days after borrowing money from me. That idiot.” Toji said through gritted teeth. He would take a picture of the paper before putting everything back. 

“Let’s get out of here, we collected enough evidence to give us some starting points with this situation. I’ll alert Y/N that she can leave now, but for now, we should go.” Toji firmly said.

Nanami would nod in agreement before he led the way back out of the office. The two of them quickly closed the door and made sure everything was back to normal before eventually joining the party again. Nanami was the first to leave due to him getting a car from his fiancé. While Toji was leaving after sharing farewells to other respectable yakuza gang members. Even though he was walking with his back turned, Y/N was standing among his deadly family with her head held up. 

Toji had left the pool party as soon as he saw his driver pull up. His mind is racing with so many theories. From the bizarre idea that Y/N’s father was stupid enough to borrow money from different gangs to pay off debts to Naoya investigating this mystery man that Toji had no clue about. But more importantly, Toji knew that he had to ask Y/N  about her father. His mind was hoping she didn’t know anything about her father and his troubles. He didn’t think she would lie about that. So why did Naoya have pictures of her father if he wasn’t in debt with him? They collected as much evidence as they could collect using their phones before eventually leaving. Once Toji was back home with just him and Megumi in the house, he grabbed the iPad that Yu Haibara gave him if he wanted to see what Y/N was seeing. He remembered texting her that she could leave the party now, but not come back to his house. Since he had suspicions that Naoya would have someone following her. Instead, go to the five-star hotel he booked her a room at. 

When Toji pressed the app that Haibara told him to use, he didn’t see anything. It was pitch black actually. He thought that maybe she had the necklace in her purse so it wouldn’t get lost during her adventures at the pool party, but when he saw someone hold the necklace up, his eyes nearly bulged out of his head. 

There Naoya was holding the necklace up with a mischievous grin on his face. Toji could see that he was in his office and the low chatter of his men gloating about the women they bagged at the party echoed out the iPad’s speaker. 

“Boss, whose necklace is that?” One of Naoya’s men would ask. 

“Hm, just a friend. I’m positive she’s a friend of my cousin’s. I just don’t have enough evidence to prove it yet.” Toji would hear Naoya say. 

“Did you want us to find out where she works?” One of his guys asked.

“Yes, I have to return the necklace someway. So don’t fuckin’ sleep until you find her.” 

Toji closed the app with a quickness. His fist clenched so hard that he felt his nails digging into the inside of his palm. That damn Naoya. He was always one step ahead of him and he hated that. 

Business as Usual

Based of this. Ceo!Kiyoomi x Reader

cw: fluff. smut. breeding. oral sex (f!receiving). reader is an aspiring actress. reader is a foreigner but it isn’t specified from where. ceo!kiyoomi’s most recent business venture is building and opening a museum. probably for tax reasons lmao. misogyny (not by kiyoomi). Kiyoomi’s implied to have issues with his father. men talking business 😫. joke talk of killing.

wc: 3.5k

Ahh, something sweet would be nice…

Kiyoomi’s already squeezing grooves into the back of your thighs before you can formally acknowledge him. “I have a case of chuppets in the freezer you can go at.”

Your gasp is muffled by the floor, half turned from where your bottom half is lazily propped up on the edge of the bed. “You do?”

“You like the strawberry kind, right?” You nod as his fingers creep toward the crotch of your panties. “They’re all yours.”

He can feel the area carpet vibrate from where your groan seeps in appreciatively. “You’re a god, Omi!”

The squeak you let out is pitched as he lands a hard smack on one of your cheeks.

“I gotta meet a couple of investors for lunch so I’m leaving one of my cards for you to order whatever you want from home.” Kiyoomi pulls you apart until your lips part from under your underwear, glistening for him like they should. “But I’ll be back before it gets too late.”

You sway your hips as he pulls your panties to the side, already rubbing tentative circles. “You’re still pretty wet from earlier,” And you can’t help but whine as he pushes two of his fingers inside. “How long do you think you can stay in this position?”

Your eyes nearly cross when he crooks his fingers. “Ah, as long as you need me to.”

His suit pants hiss against the bed sheets as he climbs in behind you, hands still firmly gripping onto your ass cheeks as he positions himself on the bed.

“I got twenty minutes before I need to be walking out the door.” Kiyoomi’s breath is hot against your bare cunt. “So, I’ll try to make this fast-“

The lewd squelching of his tongue parting you from the back would be enough to make you shiver if not for the way he laves you up. Scouring your hole with his hot tongue and groaning at the taste of you, pressing forward to dig himself deeper.

“F…Fffuck! Omi…!”

He’s insatiable as he digs you out with his tongue, lewd as he guides your hips up to tongue at your clit. The depravity at which he slurps you up is so unabashed that you’re already tensing up for an orgasm, and reaching back when he props you up with his hands; zeroing in on your clit to get you to cum in his mouth.

You must’ve already been too riled up from his treatment earlier this morning, it doesn’t take long till you’re nearly sobbing against the floor. Calling for him as he guides you into an orgasm.

“Fuck! I’m-… m’ cumming, Omi!” You pant. “m’cumming! m’cumming!”

The way he grunts into you has another shock wave zipping through the bend in your spine. “Mhm..”

You’re reaching back to push him away when the feeling starts to become overstimulating, but he’s already up on his knees again. Already pulled out of his pants and hungrily lining himself up with your clenching hole.

Kiyoomi doesn’t give you any time to prepare, he’s shoving himself in between breaths and making you choke on your tongue.

He hisses through his teeth. “Oh fuck.” He braces his hands on your sides and starts his pace. “….Oh my god. Fuck.”

Your fingers dig thin miscolorings into the carpet as his thrust knocks the wind out of your lungs. Whining out when he dumps most of his weight on your back and starts grinding in as deep as he’ll go.

He’s in your stomach. “Mhf… angel..” He presses his lips into your shoulder. “You feel so fucking good for me, baby.”

God, the sounds you’re making under him has his eyes rolling back in his head, let alone how you’ve already started milking him for all he’s worth. He could never get sick of this perfect little pussy. His perfect little pussy. So hot and tight and made just for him. He doesn’t even know how he’s gotten this far without it. Especially when he knows how to press all those perfect little buttons on the inside to make you squeal for him.

Kiyoomi supports himself on his arms again to tweak his angle, balls clenching when you start to whine out so prettily. “Kiiiiyomi!”

You reach back so suddenly to push against his button up that he has to pin your arms down to keep you from running away from it. “….s’okay baby you can take it.” He pounds in a few particularly forceful thrusts that turn your whines into hiccuping sobs. “Fuck. Look at you such a…. Good girl for me. Good fucking girl.”

He has to hold himself back from cumming too quickly when you start to clench up. “Omi! Omi! Omi!” You’re shrill. “s’good, Omi! ….m’cumming, Omi! ….I love you, Omi!”

“Oh fuck.. Fucking shiiit!”

You’re already milking him empty when you start to cum. Hiccuping at the way you clench around his hot seed as his thrusts deepen and he fucks you like he’s trying to get it to take. Even reaches into your panties to rub coaxing circles into your sensitive clit just to prolong your orgasm. Grinding himself in until he's certain he’s painted your insides with his spend, and even then he still keeps at it.

He’s still rocking into you when your sobs turn into overstimulated mewls, hot tears making puddles into the carpet.

Kiyoomi lazes a few hot kisses into your inner neck as he softly collides his head with yours. “Mh, I love you too, angel.” He breathes. “So much.”

“You mean it, Omi?” He’s the luckiest man alive.

He finally lets himself fall limp as he peppers a few chaste kisses over your ears. “More than anything.”

He’s never letting you go.

•••••••

There’s a less than usual air of ease around him when he greets Yukko and his associate Kanon.

So much so that the former of the pair lets out a relieved breath as he shakes hands with the young tycoon - and sees he doesn’t revile at the extended contact.

“Sakusa-san,” Yukko bows. “You look better than new.”

Sakusa bows back manneredly. “Appreciated, Yukko-san.”

—-

Sakusa folds his napkin over his lap as they wait for the drinks.

“We’re avid supporters of freedom of choice, the two of us.” Yukko fixes himself in his seat. “It’s a human right.”

Kanon nods. “And your speech on autonomy and liberation at the Kenshin’s banquet really stood out to us. It’s so reassuring to see you setting a standard for this newer generation and putting yourself out there as someone who stands with the people.” He presses. “Very few young men with your upbringing can say that they’re brave enough to do the same-“

“Educated enough, even.” Yukko finishes.

Sakusa pulls his seat closer to his chair. “You don’t have to praise me for something like that. It should be a given.” He hums cooly. As if the speech wasn’t written by his foreigner girlfriend the night before, beat into his head and recited in his ear even as he said it. Not that he doesn’t agree with the message though. “We’re the few people fortunate enough to have a voice when it comes to these things - we should exercise it whenever we get the chance.”

“You’re exactly right!” Yukko waves his finger at him. “There are so very few people like us - like you - who have a seat at the table. And so little of the seats go to someone who means any good with it.”

“Which is why we wanna invest in The International Institution of Innovation,” Kanon adds. “And why we would like to suggest an exhibit to accompany our investment,”

Sakusa nods as they continue. “Japan’s history as - a lot of the world’s history - is ballasted and rewritten with elitist biases in mind. So many little people who’ve done big things, cultural things, buried by mediocrity or the praises of people who lived their entire lives being praised. Worse, having the things they spent their entire lives dedicated to, miscredited to some rich guy who didn’t lift a finger.”

“Our people have worked with a few of the families of these people. There’s a-“ Yukko taps a few keys into his laptop before turning it in Sakusa’s direction. “A few small museums of our own we’ve built in Portugal, Brazil, we have one in an American city you’ve most likely heard of as Las Vegas.”

He reaches over to quietly slide through the pictures. And Kanon huffs a bit in disbelief. - Whoever said this guy was a pain to work with obviously must’ve bumped into the wrong guy. “They’ve garnered a lot of attention in the respective areas. A lot of what they call “Left wing movements” in the United States cite it a lot when referring to landmarks in the state.” Yukko says.

And landmarks they are. If this is what they call small then he must work in a shoebox?

“You haven’t considered opening one up in Japan until now?” Sakusa furrows.

“You know the climate in the world right now.” Kanon sighs. “With the rise of crime, certain political tensions,” There’s a familiar pattern of vibrations that ring off in his pocket, he reaches for it instinctively. “We didn't wanna risk building one in the current political climate and having it destroyed by opening.”

Sakusa raises an eyebrow. “So building an exhibit in my museum is more cost effective.” And he’s not afraid to look as unimpressed as he is. “You know, on the off chance that my museum gets destroyed in this current political climate.”

Well, it’s not like you wouldn’t be able to afford it. “Well, we’re more than willing to do our part on the expenses if something like that were to occur.” We’ll pay what we lose and dip. “And our investment excludes what we’ll pay to build the exhibition.”

“You’re paying to have your names on a plaque.”

Yukko chuckles somewhat. “In short terms, yes.”

Sakusa fishes his phone out of his pocket as their server approaches. “In long terms?”

Kanon slides him the check.

Yup. Sakusa grazes his thumb against that familiar strip of press. Those are some pretty long terms.

“Are we ready to order?”

Sakusa checks his messages as the two men speak before him.

Angel: i hope ur having a good lunch!! i got u a sooprise <3

Kiyoomi: It’s alright. I wish I was home with you more than anything.

Kiyoomi: A sooprise? Now I’m excited.

Angel: i wish you were here too :( i can’t wait till ur back so i can give you a kiss on the forehead

Angel: i hope u like it!! i know u haven’t had it in a while

Kiyoomi: I haven’t had it in a while? What’s something I haven’t had in a while?

Kiyoomi: Oh! Are we talking about the last time you sat on my face?

Angel: we are not, my love. but good guess

My love. He smiles.

“What about you, Sakusa-san?”

Sakusa glances at the server before looking off for a moment, answering curtly. “Okaki, please.”

He nods. “Alright! And anything else?”

“No, thank you.”

He leaves with a bow.

Sakusa inhales deeply as he sits his phone on the table. Picking up the check and holding it before glancing at the two sitting before him. “You two are very generous.”

Yukko raises an eyebrow. “Is there a ‘but’ coming?”

“No.” He shakes his head. “I’d like to add your exhibit to my museum.”

The two men both let out a collective sigh of relief. Now that the richest twenty-six year old in all of Asia has agreed to have their names engraved next to his on a project like this. - Even if it did cost them an arm and a leg. You know, from the stories they’ve heard, they were expecting to leave with their tails between their legs after offering to impede on a project orchestrated by the most “Pragmatic Rich Kid in the country.” But he’s… surprisingly personable. Even without mention of the sheer intimidation he exudes.

He’s certainly nothing like his father.

“That’s amazing to hear, Sakusa-san. We’re honored.” Kanon sighs.

Yukko nods. “And trust, you will be involved in every part of the construction process. We want to be as transparent as possible when installing this exhibit.”

“Do you have any blueprints drawn up?”

Yukko hums excitedly as he pulls his laptop toward him again, tapping loudly as he searches for the file. “We do!”

Sakusa patiently waits as he fishes through his laptop, glancing at the server as he comes back with their food.

His phone buzzes across the table.

Angel: You better be eating more than Okaki!

He visibly blushes.

Kanon furrows at the expression of the young billionaire in front of him as his associate busies himself with his laptop, following his eyes toward his phone.

Disregarding the text from his girlfriend?! He gasps at the picture on his lock screen.

“Is that _____?” Kanon asks. “Oh god she’s so talented!”

Sakusa nods a little abashedly as he reaches for his phone. “Are you a fan?”

“My daughters love her. Oh well, my sons do too but not in the way my daughters do - If you know what I mean.” He laughs as Sakusa’s back straightens. He knows his sons, knows they’re about his age if not a little older. Knows he might have to have a talk with them one day too.

“We saw her just recently at the Blue Ribbon Awards. Can you believe she won?” Yeah, after watching you work yourself to the bone just to come back with so little to show for it. “I for sure thought Tomomi Minoru would’ve had it.”

I’m sure you haven't heard that a million times.

“But who wouldn’t take it a little easy on a woman like that?”

Or that.

It’s nearly painful how much Sakusa’s trying to keep himself from outwardly scowling. Especially when Kanon starts to open his mouth again, familiar hearts in eyes most men seem to adopt when they’re drooling over the woman he’s in love with. “I’ve gotta be what - twice her age maybe. But we’re all men here? The woman’s a doll. Talk about lucky work. Especially for a foreigner.”

Oh yep, he’s scowling. “I wonder what she looks like in person.” Yukko asks absently. “You think she’s as pretty as she is on T.V. or do you think it’s the make-up they usually cake on there…”

“She’s breathtaking.” Sakusa says flatly.

Kanon tilts his head as Yukko glances over. “You’re kidding? You’ve seen her in person?”

“Yep.”

“Well, I mean,” Yukko sits his laptop back on the table as he reaches for his drink, wincing as he sips. “Sakusa-san’s Sakusa-san. He’s most definitely got the funds.”

“Ohhh. Did you book her?” Kanon chuckles a little slimily. And the connotations of that are clear. So much so that Yukko rolls his eyes when he nudges him. “She’s just old enough for someone your age, right? Still young but not too young.”

Sakusa inhales.

“No. I don’t have to book her.” He admits tightly. “Since we sleep in the same bed.”

The two men freeze in place.

Kanon opens his mouth for a long silent moment until he’s pushing out his breath in little clips of his voice. “O-Oh… You two are-“ Sakusa nods. “Oh! Oh my god! I’m… I’m so sorry-“

“I hear it all the time.”

“Yeah but it’s still not good that I said it!” Kanon glances at a frantic Yukko.

“We didn’t mean to come off so disrespectfully!” Yukko flushes.

Sakusa shakes his head. “The blueprints.”

“W-What?”

“Show me the blueprints.” He gestures to the laptop.

Yukko clumsily turns it in his direction.

•••••

He’s barely through the door when you’ve already found your place in his arms. And he melts over you like butter, you let yourself be wholly suffocated by him.

You’re warm as you hum into his chest. “Hi, baby.”

“Hi, angel.”

“How was lunch with your investors?”

Kiyoomi exhales as you stand on your toes to help him out of his suit jacket, conditioned draft in the air scented by that new conditioner he likes seep into his nose and turn his brain into mush. “It was… lunch with my investors.”

He bends himself nearly in half to nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck. “They wanna build an exhibit in my museum ‘cause they don’t wanna risk building their own and having some terrorist take it down.”

Your tone is so mirrored to his from earlier that it evokes a chuckle. “So they’ll risk yours?”

“Mhm.”

You mumble something sour into his shoulder. Lucky him he’s well versed enough in your native tongue to understand the phrase “Assholes.”

Kiyoomi kisses hot spots behind your ear. “They’re fans by the way.” He grimaces a little sourly into your neck. “Big fans.”

“Hm? I came up?”

He hums. “Kanon saw your picture on my lockscreen and proceeded to shove his foot in his mouth.” Kiyoomi breathes in a long whiff of you before blowing out temperedly. “Was under the impression that you did bookings.”

You chuff airly as you rub up and down the expanse of his arms consolingly. It doesn't really phase you to be slobbered over by men anymore, hasn’t really since your debut back as a fresh faced eighteen year old. But Omi’s still really new and unkind to the rubbernecking that includes being associated with a woman like you, let alone to love you.

“Bookings, huh?” You snicker as he nods his head silently. “I mean… to his credit I have put on a show for you once or twice.”

He scoffs before pressing one last firm kiss into the crook of your neck and standing up to his height again, pinching your cheek as he starts for the rest of the penthouse. “Yeah, but those are for my eyes only. - And they’ll stay that way.”

Kiyoomi sets his things on the marble of the lounge room table with a sigh. He’s been working nearly every day since the construction of his museum finally came into fruition and he couldn’t feel any less drained from it. Decent contractors have become harder and harder to find in this new age of impermanence and variability, and everybody who’s anybody seems to have their own two cents about his choice of structure or how they could be a part of it somehow. If he were a less honorable man - or a more unsavory man much like one he knows so particularly, he would’ve hired any three star contractor who could draw a decent circle, put all his focus into charming investors, and underpaid his workers just to save a few extra pennies. But he isn’t that. And a businessman like him prefers to be as close to the business as possible; wants to see his efforts turn out the way they’re supposed to.

He pouts a little to himself. But he also wants to spend time with his baby too.

“I’m gonna be beating them off with a stick for the rest of my life, aren’t I?” He exhales. “Is that the price I pay for loving a beautiful woman?”

You press a light kiss into his bicep as you glide for the direction of the kitchen. “Like you didn’t make the cover of Vanity Japan’s Handsome and Wealthy this spring.” You poke. “I’ll have to start burning incense before I visit you at work just so I don’t catch the evil eye from any of your female employees.”

He chuckles a little tiredly as he trails behind. “You’ll be fine in any case. Not like I didn’t start growing Aak the minute we made it official.”

“Very funny.”

“I know right-“ He sniffs.

His mouth immediately starts to water.

“Did you…?” Kiyoomi glances at the plates laid out on the kitchen counter. “Cook?”

You smile brightly. “Sooprise!”

Kiyoomi doesn’t know how to respond.

It smells… heavenly. Like freshly cut ingredients and even spices, pervading the air so warmly that his skin prickles before settling comfortably under his button up and he’s nearly inclined to openly salivate at just the smell of it.

You fish a spoon out of a pot near the stove, scooping the contents of it carefully into a bowl. “I know how long it’s been since you’ve had a home cooked meal and you’ve seemed so stressed lately.” You lean into him when you feel his chest press against your back, reaching up to caress his jaw as his arms fasten themselves tightly around your waist. “So I bought a few groceries instead of takeout and made something from home!”

You can’t help but grin when he starts to dig his nose into the crook of your neck again. “I hope you like the surprise.”

“If you ever leave me I’ll kill us both.”

You guffaw wholeheartedly.

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The yakuza’s wife part II  ➢ Toji x pregnant chubby f! reader

wc: 2k/15 minute read

cw: Smut, Somnophilia, Pregnancy sex, Slight Praise

part I

It didn’t take long for toji to impregnate you, helping you along every step of the way. Once it became your 2nd trimester you went for your check up, sadden that toji wasn’t able to attend, but you snagged another ultrasound photo to show him the progress.

He was there to pick you up, pulling up in a all black tinted car, stepping out to open the door for you.

“How’s the baby, is everything alright?”

You pull out the ultrasound, swaying the photo back and forth in your hands.

“Everything’s good! I just can’t wait to find out what we’re having when it’s time.”

Toji pulls you into his arms, gripping you by the ass as he pulls you in, kissing your forehead.

“I already know.”

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 - 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫.

⠀𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘢𝘰𝘺𝘢 𝘻𝘦𝘯'𝘪𝘯. 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘢𝘰𝘺𝘢'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦, 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗻!𝗻𝗮𝗼𝘆𝗮𝘇𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻 𝘅 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 01. 02. 03. 04. 05. 06. 07. 08━━ 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗼3.

⠀𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘰𝘺𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳. 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰. 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥.♡ 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙪𝙨 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔. 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝘿𝙉𝙄.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 - 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘢𝘰𝘺𝘢; 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀! 𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺.

The night seemed never ending as you and Naoya remained awake, discussing your boundaries and expectations for each other. Usually, around this time, Naoya would be asleep, getting his "beauty rest." However, he is more than willing to stay up for your sake. You allowed him to accompany you to dinner and gave him the best sex of his life. Pillow talking with you was nothing he couldn't do, even if that meant you were yapping his ear out for the last hour or so. 

You informed him about wanting your own space, and being your "fiancé" wouldn't make him entitled to your time. There was a certain way you lived your life, and you wanted to keep it that way, regardless of getting married. Naoya had a very "loud" lifestyle, and you didn't want that to affect yours. Yeah, you did go out almost every weekend, but you weren't as nearly well-known as him. Naoya's prominence didn't bother you as much because your best friend was just as, if not more, famous than him. The same best friend he was being catty with the other day. 

Although you wouldn't mind seeing Satoru and Naoya roast each other, if the two of you were to be serious, he would need to understand that Satoru is your best friend, and that's not going to change. The last thing you wanted was to be put in a position where you had to choose between the two, say if hypothetically speaking, animosity escalated. But, for now, you wouldn't worry much about it because it just seemed like cat and dog beef. 

And lastly, honesty. That was the main thing you wanted from him. You've read most of the articles, seeing what social media said about Naoya. He gets around, which is fine. He's a grown man who happened to be "single," so he's allowed to live as he pleases. Sex is how one interprets. If he sees it as something he did for fun, then who were you to judge? As long as he was clean and getting tested regularly, you didn't care. Though, if your feelings become evident, you would hope he had the decency not to continue with those "flings." If not, you wouldn't be able to continue with this agreement. 

"You're not falling asleep on me, are you?" 

He hummed. "No. My eyes are just closed. I'm taking in everything you're saying." 

"Am I scaring you away?" 

"Haha, of course not." 

"Dammit. I was hoping to find a way out this arrangement," you teased.  

"Sorry, pretty. I can assure you that you're not going anywhere." 

"Why do I feel like that's a threat?" 

"It's not. It's a promise. Also, 'til death do us part. Remember?" 

"We haven't walked down the aisle yet."  

"I'm aware, but we will." 

"Speaking of, are you planning on inviting your family?" 

"Hm, perhaps not my father and uncle. However, I do have an older cousin. I would say I look up to him. He has a son as well." 

"Oh? That's good. I would love to meet them someday. Whenever you feel like it's ready." 

"I think that would be nice." 

"…Hey—can I ask you a question?" 

"Hm?" 

"What happened between you and your family?" 

He deeply sighs. "Although I would love to talk down on my father and uncle, I don't believe now is the time to discuss that." 

"You're right. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry." 

"No need to apologize. I intend on telling you." 

"Okay…" 

"I have a request for you." 

"Hm?" 

"Will you move in with me?" 

You pressed against his chest to give him a bewildered look. "Move in? I just talked about wanting my own space, and you're already asking me to move in with you, blondie?" 

"I have four bedrooms with two only being used. You can take the upstairs room. We don't have to sleep in the same bed. However, I do believe it's best for us to live together. You don't want us getting married, then realizing you can't live with me, do you?" 

"Hm, good point." 

"Plus, I know you'd rather live elsewhere than with your parents. You informed me they meddle into your personal life quite often." 

"Well, yeah, but I don't pay bills there." 

He chuckled, kissing you on your forehead. "I don't know if you're aware, but I'm filthy rich. Even so, I would never allow you to pay bills. I believe you're my woman now. So your living expenses will be taken care of by me. I'll have my accountant add your name to my accounts." 

You raised your brow. "Your woman? Haha, time to add territorial on the list as well." 

"I never said I wasn't," he smirked. "How's my proposition?" 

"Ugh. It seems like you keep winning me over. Fine. I'll move in, but don't make me regret this." 

"You won't." 

"I'm serious—Don't hurt me." 

"I won't, [Y/N]. I'm certain of this." 

"Okay—I'm going to sleep now," you said, shuffling out of bed to go to the upstairs room. Though, when you tried to, Naoya grabbed your arm. "What's wrong?" 

"Where are you going?" 

"To my room?" 

"Do you not want to sleep with me?" 

You smirked. "Is Mr. Zen'in catching feelings for me?" 

"N-No. It's just you're already here. Might as well?" 

"Haha, might as well." You returned under the covers, placing your leg over his hips, nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck. He happily clasped you into his embrace. His chest was firm but pleasantly comfortable. Maybe this couldn't be so bad? 

"Another round?" 

"Ha, if you can last longer than five minutes." 

His cheeks flushed. "Well, who's fault do you suppose that is?" 

"Whatever. Let's go to sleep. We have the rest of our lives to have sex. I think you'll manage." 

"Oh? You plan to be with me for the rest of your life?" He teased. 

You rolled your eyes. "Good night, blondie." 

"Good night, soon-to-be-wife." 

-- 

You eventually returned to your parent's house to pack your belongings, preparing for your move-in with Naoya. You felt your anxiety climb higher with every item you placed in a box. This probably has to be the most bizarre shit you have ever done. You're moving in with a man, practically a stranger, and you're set to marry in six months. Yeah. No worries. This is completely normal. You were all about taking risks, but even so, this was over the top for you. 

Can't knock it 'til you try it, right? 

Trying it out would finally put your parent's minds at ease. As soon as you walked through the door, you announced you were getting married. It helped you skip the lecture, and lord knows you did not want to hear your mother's mouth. You were convinced that she was the one that persuaded your father into agreeing with this because she was more adamant than he was. It brought her joy once you told her you decided to proceed with the engagement. She even stopped preparing for dinner to make phone calls to find the best wedding planner. Welp. Time to buckle up for the next six months. 

You didn't realize how much shit you had while living with your parents. It felt as if you were moving out of a one-bedroom apartment. Luckily for you, Naoya hired movers to retrieve your items and safely deliver them to his condo, which you were thankful for. It gave you enough time to prepare to meet with your older sister, Kassandra, for lunch. It's been a while since you last saw her. Maybe two months? Between her profession as a lawyer, mothering a two-year-old, and being married, you could understand how difficult it was to get a hold of her. 

Nevertheless, you were excited to see her, choosing to meet at your favorite brunch spot. 

As you were waiting for Kassandra, she sent you a text saying she'd be ten minutes behind due to traffic on her way to drop off your niece at your brother's Obi house. You said in response that it was okay and to take her time. She would get the same meal, so you went ahead to order for the both of you for the time being. 

Now, you loved your sister. She was like a role model to you, but she definitely took after your mother when lecturing. If you didn't hear it from your mother, Kassandra would ensure that you would listen to it from her. Like the rest of your siblings, she wanted the best for you. You were the only girls amongst your siblings, so the relationship you shared was different. Your sister was the second oldest. Thirty-three, to be exact. Thus, she experienced a lot in her twenties and didn't want you to make the same mistakes. 

Speaking of… 

"Hey, [Y/N]! I'm sorry for being late." 

You stood up to hug her. "Kas! No, it's okay. Ah, I miss you, sis." 

"I miss you too, girl. I know I kept rescheduling on you. Work's been kicking my ass."  

"You done left me in the dust, Miss booked and busy," you teased. 

"Haha, it's not even like that." 

"Yeah, I know. I went ahead and ordered for us. That okay?" 

"Oh my gosh, yes. I'm starving." 

"So, tell me. How's life been treating you?" 

"It's been well but hectic, as usual. Nothing new," she answered. “Hiromi and I are planning on taking a vacation soon." 

"Oh, that's great. Where to? Do you need me to watch baby Aleesha? I don't mind. I miss my niece." 

"She misses you, too. She's like, "where's Auntie [Y/N]?" I always tell her you're out getting drunk somewhere." 

You scoffed. "Kassandra." 

"Haha, no, I'm joking. But we're thinking about Aruba. We're actually taking Aleesha with us this time. I want her to see more parts of the world. Plus, I think she'll enjoy making sandcastles at the beach." 

"Awe, yes. That'll be so adorable. Make sure you send me photos," you said. "And what about you and Hiromi?" 

"We're great. Better than ever. Even though we've been married for six years, it feels like yesterday. He asked about you, too. He wants you to come over for dinner soon." 

"I'm glad that you're happy, sis. I remember it was just yesterday we used to FaceTime, and you would tell me how you hated working together. Now, look. Y'all lovey and dovey and shit." 

She giggled. "Yeah—yeah, you're right. Hopefully, I can say the same for you. So what have you been up to? You know, with the arranged marriage?" 

You sighed. "Girl. Lemme tell you." 

Your entrées eventually came, so throughout brunch, you informed your sister about the wonderful Naoya Zen'in. You told her that he wasn't as bad as everyone thought. The date was actually good, and if you said otherwise, you'd just be lying to yourself. Even if he was undressing you with his eyes, he still gave you his undivided attention as you talked. The responses he gave you weren't monotonous either. To you, he was worth giving a chance, but your sister thought you were trying to see the good in him. 

Kassandra didn't know him personally, but she knew of him. Your sister was one of three top lawyers in the country, the other two being Nanami Kento and her husband, Higuruma Hiromi. Someone as famous as Naoya was certainly passed around when he needed a lawyer to handle his scandals. Fortunately, though, all three passed up his cases due to them not wanting to deal with the arrogant personality they had heard so much about. 

She wasn't necessarily opposed to the arranged marriage with Naoya, but she was skeptical about it. Kassandra gave credit where it was due regarding his profession, but he was extremely good at keeping his bachelor life active. Word got around that he slept with a couple of employees at his father's company. He didn't treat women well either. However, they didn't care how they were treated because, to them, he was Naoya Zen'in. Just him giving them the time of day was enough. 

Of course, that worried you a bit. Your sister has been through some fucked up relationships in her past. It took a while for a man like her husband to come her way, and she knew you also didn't have the best of luck with relationships. That one relationship you had when you were twenty-two really hurt you. Your ex just left without a word, not hearing from him since. Although Kassandra wants you to be happy, she can't help but think you have poor taste in men. 

"Kas, you do know this is an arranged marriage, right? I didn't pick him out. Mom did." 

"And I'll talk to her about that. But you did decide to give him another chance. Last thing I want is some random woman coming up to you to have that "I'm coming to you as a woman," bullshit," she remarked.  

"He seems too blunt to be a liar, so if he had some fling going on, I'm sure he would tell me." 

"Does he know about your fling?" 

"W-What fling?" 

"With Nanami Kento." 

"Have you and Satoru been gossiping on the phone again?"  

"Haha, I'll take that as a yes." 

"Take it as a no. We only had sex once, and it was like three months ago. We flirt, but it's nothing more than that, and I'm planning on keeping it that way." 

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever," she mocked. 

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, nothing. Please, can we not talk about Kento?"  

"Kento? Ha, okay." 

"I thought you were supposed to be the older sister." 

"I am, I am. I'm just messing around. Back to Naoya. When y'all get comfortable, I want to meet him. Make sure to bring him over for dinner." 

"Oh, gosh. So I have my lawyer sister and lawyer brother-in-law interrogate him?" 

"You got it." 

"Ugh. I love Hiromi, but I know how he is." 

"Hey, he doesn't play when it comes to his sister-in-law," she smirked while stuffing a waffle in her mouth.  

"Fine," you groaned. "Anyways, you're coming with us to find a wedding dress, right?" 

"Duh, I wouldn't miss it for the world." 

"Thanks, Kassandra. Make sure you bring Alesha, too. It'll be like a girls' day for us. Mom, grandma, and Auntie Sheila will be there." 

"Sounds good to me." 

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It was nice catching up with your sister. You wished it was longer, but you knew she had to return to her busy life. Luckily, you would see her for dinner and dress shopping in a few weeks. After brunch, Naoya sent his personal driver to pick you up to escort you back to your new home. He informed you that all your belongings had been delivered to his condo, so there was no reason for you to return to your parent's house. 

As you were in the backseat of the car, your mind began to wander to the words your sister spoke. That one "relationship" she was referring to when you were younger. Yes. It hurt you, not as much, but it did cause you to be avoidant. You told the guy you loved him, and he left the next day. You were dating for nine months. He didn't even give you the respect to explaining why. You refuse to refer to it as a relationship because it was so long ago. 

You had to move on as if it never happened. 

You made it to your new apartment building. The driver parked at the entrance, exiting the vehicle to aid you out of the car. The sounds of your expensive heels treading the granite porcelain floors echoed the lobby. You gave the receptionist a smile, but the way she greeted you threw you off. 

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Zen'in. Mr. Zen'in wanted me to give you this keycard. It's an access key to your apartment and the amenities located on the premises." 

Mrs. who? 

"Uhm—thank you. I appreciate it," you uttered, continuing to proceed to the elevator. You couldn't help but think Naoya told the receptionist to address you as such. Stepping into your new home, you thought, "Yeah, this will be a long six months." As you walked in, you were immediately met with Naoya, standing shirtless in the kitchen while making tea. 

"Well, hello there, doll. Don't you look gorgeous." 

"Don't you mean, Mrs. Zen'in?" you mocked. 

"Ah, yes. I see the receptionist has followed my request. I'll be sure to thank her."  

"You wasted no time, huh?" 

He walked up to you, pressing his chest onto yours while ghosting his lips over your ear. "Of course not. Since this arrangement is happening, I need the world to know that you're my woman." 

"Hm, is that so? How're all your other women gonna take that?" 

"Haha, I don't believe I have any other women. It's just you. Why would I need to go elsewhere after the wonderful time we shared a few nights ago—Mrs. Zen'in." 

You smirked. "You're getting better at using your words, blondie." 

"May I kiss you?" 

"You may." 

He titled your chin up with his index finger to examine your face. There was something about those pretty full two-toned lips he couldn't get enough of. The first kiss you shared, he allowed you to take control, but this time, it was his turn. He sensually grazed his tongue along your lips before swiping the muscle into your mouth. Your tongues immediately connected, groaning from how delectable you tasted. The kiss was short and sweet. However, it was enough to wake up his needy friend. 

"I can definitely get used to this," he cooed. "Perhaps we should head to my bedroom or yours? Either works for me." 

You giggled. "Perhaps not. I said you can kiss, not fuck me. It's time for you to get to know me, fiancé." 

He pulled you over to the couch, grabbing your legs to place on his lap as your back rested against the armchair. "Okay, fiancée—Enlighten me." 

tags --  @dejwrites@captaindsina @getosubaru@tojissword@theehcneypot@nova-siims@gardenof-venus@unsatisfiedanddisappointed@pyschopotatomeme @caribbeanwifey19 

DEBT, CHAPTER 9

➣ warnings: yakuza boss!toji fushiguro x black coded reader, mentions of sex, mentions of sex work, profanity, gang violence, yakuza au, baby!megumi, drug mentioned, alcohol usage, drug usage, stripping, naoya being naoya, ➣ chapter summary: naoya and y/n attend a charity ball where y/n comes face to face with an old flame.

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YOU CLUTCHED AT NAOYA’S ARM SO TIGHTLY THAT YOU WERE PRAYING YOU WEREN’T HURTING HIM. You were so nervous. More nervous than your first night at the club when you met him. Naoya gave a rundown of many things. From the names of some people that were attending the event to some topics to avoid talking about if he wasn’t around. You understood the risk of being alone, but Naoya thought it was a bit risky to have you follow him around all evening. Especially given his personality of being very much a people pleaser for a party. You could feel the pad of his thumb rub against your palm as he collected your hand into his, “Just relax. It’s just a ball filled with money-hungry important people,” Naoya gives you a slight grin as he leads you further into the venue.

“Do you have to mingle with anyone tonight?” You glanced over at Naoya as the two of you made your way further into the venue. 

The venue felt like you were stepping into one of those magical ball scenes in a tv show. Even if had the sparkling chandelier twinkling above the guests as they mingled with each other. Servers were waltzing around with trays of finger foods and champagne. There was an open bar on the far right of the room. The ball oozed with wealth. No matter if you were new money rich or old money rich, every person you glanced at had some form of wealth. 

“Yes, this man that has three restaurant businesses in my district. I want to talk to him about cleaning some money using one of his restaurants.” Naoya’s eyes scanned over the place as the two of you made it to the bar.

“Oh.” You said. You didn’t want to question more on the topic of cleaning money. Although you were associated with both him and Toji for some time now—you would prefer to not intermingle anymore in knowing about their illegal activities. 

You and Naoya intermingled as the night went on, making subtle jokes about people that walked by you two. 

“So, have you and Toji ever been close?” You asked. 

“Yeah, we were actually. We were supposed to control the Zenin branch together, but you know us. We both have different values and goals in life,” Naoya explained as he looked over at you after picking up a drink from one of the trays the server had. 

“So what went wrong?” You asked as you looked at him. 

“Family.” Naoya drowned his drink. 

You wanted to ask more questions, but Naoya had seen the owner of the restaurant he was talking about. “You’ll be okay alone for a second?” He asked.

You picked up your champagne glass and nodded. “I’ll be okay. Just exploring and pretending to care about rich people's problems.” You gave him a sly smile before sipping at your champagne.

Naoya had disappeared for a moment to talk to the restaurant owner in one of the districts he controlled. That only led you to stare at the people in the ball. Mentally counting the faces of the men and women that have been customers at your job. That was until your curious eyes landed on him. The face you haven’t seen in so long until you saw him outside the cafe. It was such an odd sight seeing him here. Has he grown taller? More muscular? Has his sandy brown hair grown? You couldn’t tell from the corner you were in. 

While you finished your drink, you soon felt that he was returning your gaze. You realized that you couldn’t have him approaching you like this, especially in front of everyone. You placed your glass on a nearby table and made your way toward the bathroom. When you stepped into the bathroom, you pushed open each stall to be sure no one was in there. It didn’t take long before you heard the door swing open and soon the lock. Just as you got to the last stall, you could hear the bathroom door get pushed open. 

There he was in front of you. Asahi Endo. Leader of the Endo gang that was causing chaos in many other people's districts. Also once was a  loyal customer that adored putting yen bills in your bra and he made you feel like one of the most cherished women in his life. Until he disappeared without a word. 

You hated to admit that he looked good tonight. His suit was tailored perfectly. His hazel-colored eyes shimmered under the bathroom lights and if you concentrated hard enough—you could even smell that cologne you were familiar with. His sandy brown hair was combed and gelled back and even you could tell he hated his hair that way. Even with months passing by, you still felt like you could read the man in front of you like a book. 

“Well, it’s so odd seeing my favorite lil dancer here.” Asahi clicked his tongue as his eyes stared you up and down. Completely drinking in your looks as if you were a fresh bottle of wine imported from Italy. 

“We have lost our connections for you to call me your little dancer, Asahi. Let’s cut to the chance, you know what I’m here for. You should have expected this when you saw me outside that cafe.” You explained. 

Asahi's back was leaning against the bathroom door as his eyes were lingering on you. “You’re here because you want to know about your father? Right?” 

Your eyes narrowed at him before you glanced in the mirror to fix your makeup. Obviously, that’s what you were here for. You weren’t here to mingle with politicians and CEOs who most likely spent a Friday night in the club you work at. 

“Didn’t expect you'd show up with a Zenin to get this information. I don’t think this is the right setting to tell you what happened to your father because Y/N, it’s a long story. But you deserve to know, just not in a setting like this and when you look so breathtaking...” Asahi said as he could hear knocking on the door and soon Naoya’s voice.

“Hey, asshole! I will cause a fuckin’ scene in ten seconds if you don’t leave this bathroom with her.” Naoya shouted.

Both you and Asahi could hear Naoya’s counting down. “He’s being serious about what he said, you know?” You asked. 

“I don’t care if he throws a tantrum, it’ll only cause him to look silly,” Asahi shrugged as he stepped forward, completely ignoring the jiggle of the doorknob. He dug into his perfectly pressed suit bottoms and extended his phone for you to take. “If you want to know more, give me your number.” 

“If you want me back into your life Asahi, just say that. No need to get into my head about my father because I have had it up to here with this bullshit with my dad.” You sighed, but you collected his phone and you didn’t even notice that when you grabbed the phone you put in his PIN just like old days. It unlocked as soon as you put the PIN in.

It was the same as when you two were extremely close. He never changed it. 

You pushed that thought out of your head as you put your number in his phone and handed it to him. “I want to know what happened to him before the end of the week Asahi, it’s the least you could do since you did leave without saying goodbye.” 

That pierced Asahi’s cold heart as he watched you leave the bathroom just in time as Naoya was about to pull his gun out from his waistband to shoot at the knob. You didn’t even want to question how he managed to get a gun through the security you two had to go through. 

You collected Naoya by the sleeve dragging him away from the bathroom. “I gave him my number so we can discuss my father. But, I’m positive he’s already dead.” You stated as you looked at Naoya.

Your emotions were getting the best of you as you were standing around the glitz and glamour of this ball. Your father was most likely swimming with sharks at the moment, but it was only a consequence of his actions. Who the hell borrow money from different yakuza and tries to pay other yakuza back with said money? He was such an idiot for that. You just wanted to know what was the money for because it damn sure wasn’t for you. 

“Why would he want your number if your father is assumed to be dead? What wants you to come collect his body parts or something?” Naoya bluntly asked. 

“I don’t know, but you said you wanted to know why he has a prostitution ring in your district right?” You asked as you looked at Naoya and he already knew the look you were giving him. 

With your cute pout and innocent doe-eyed look, Naoya let out a stressed sigh digging his hands further in his suit pockets. “Toji is going to fuckin’ kill me if I agree with you on this.” 

“He’ll be okay. I’ll get some information  that benefits him also.” You walked forward to clutch on Naoya’s arm. “I just flirt with the guy, find out some information that benefits us all. It’ll be like taking candy from a baby.” 

“You do understand that neither I nor Toji has an alliance or connection with this guy and his gang. You’ll be all alone in his territory if you flirt your way in. Plus, many of his men will have suspicion on you since you’ve been seen with me.” Naoya explained. 

“And if something happens to me, I’m sure you and Toji will burn the city down until you have whoever head, right?” You asked while peering up at him. 

“That is true. However, my point still stands. This is very different from Toji sending you in to seduce me simply cause I know Toji.” 

Naoya could only stare at you as his words were going into one ear and leaving out the other. He was aware that your mind was fully made up, but he had no clue that you and the leader of the Endo gang were quite close then you were putting on. 

“Fine, but you’re telling Toji of this plan. I’m only going to say I tried talking you out of it two times.” Naoya commented. 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, the host of the ball has requested a final dance with his wife, but it is urged for others to join to express your love through such a romantic dance.” You heard a voice blare through the speakers followed by the sound of a slow song for couples to waltz to. 

This type of dancing wasn’t your cup of tea, so just as you were making your exit with Naoya—someone grabbed a hold of your hand tugging you back on the dance floor. You went to yank your hand away, but the gentleman only brought you closer to his body as you waltz around the room. It was Asahi back to bother you after not seeing your face for years. 

As you were getting twirled around the center dance floor, your eyes were searching for Naoya. You managed to find him completely fuming on the inside. You weren’t sure if he was upset at how Asahi was holding onto your body or if he was jealous that he snagged you up for the final dance.

“I’m sure your date hated the fact that you chose to do this silly dance with me.” You said while looking at him. 

“I actually came to this boring ball alone. Just came on behalf of one of the councilmen.” Asahi explained while he would pull you closer. 

“Wow, you really are still that very important guy.” You sarcastically responded. 

“I have my reasons.” Asahi answered. “Just like you have your reasons that you’re here with a Zenin.” 

“It’s really none of your business who I come with. I told you what I wanted and you’re playing games.” 

You could feel Asahi’s hand on your lower back as you two waltz around the dance floor. You felt his fingers tracing alongside your lower back, similar to how he’ll trace your g-string when you would sit on his lap as beautiful as ever in the club. It sent a chill down your spine as he twirled you and brought you back to his broad chest. You could feel Naoya’s eyes boring into your back, most likely seething at the fact that he wasn’t the one to have the final dance of tonight with you. 

“You know, I remember our nights together.” Asahi’s words came out as smooth as you remembered. “You sitting all pretty in the passenger seat of my Porsche.” 

“Hm, that was before you left without a word,” You respond as you gracefully let your fingers intertwine with his. 

You heard him chuckle before he spoke once more, “Ouch! Almost bruised my ego right there!” 

You looked up at him meeting those alluring hazel eyes. “Just reminding you of what you did.” You admitted.

“Don’t dwell so much on the negative, I’m sure you remember the good times. The fancy dinners, the joy rides in my sports cars…” Asahi’s voice trails off as he doesn't break your gaze. “The mornings, nights, and afternoons of you moaning out my name.” 

As soon as Asahi mentioned that it caused you to wiggle out of his grasp abruptly. His lips curled into a grin as he let you go not wanting to cause a scene, “Say hello to Toji for me.” He says before walking away from you with not another word.  

Naoya automatically grabs hold of you, his grasp on your arm as he’s moving towards the exit of the venue. The way Asahi looked at you, it didn’t take long for Naoya to piece the pieces together. He knew that it was history between you two. Naoya was jealous. But at the same time, you knowing such a dangerous man like the leader of the Endo gang meant you were wrapped into the life of the yakuza way before you met Toji. Then on top of you suggesting flirting with Asahi for more information, he felt like you were hiding so much. 

When he saw his driver pull up, he instantly opened the door. “We have to go now.” His voice was stern as if he was holding back something. His only goal was to get away from this venue quickly. 

“The party isn’t even over yet.” You pointed out and you watch Naoya roll his eyes. 

“I don’t care, we need to go. Now please just get in.” 

You did what you were told, lifting your dress slightly to help yourself in the car before Naoya is climbing in behind you. The ride back to Toji’s place started with silence before Naoya broke it. “Y/N, I want you to be honest with me. How do you know the leader of the fuckin’ Endo gang?” 

Naoya didn’t raise his voice. But his alerting tone caused an eerie feeling to travel down your spine. You couldn’t lie considering the amount of times Asahi and you interacted with each other tonight. You were searching for words to say, but you knew that only giving Naoya silence could make him even more frustrated. He probably couldn’t even trust you anymore, even with Toji and himself being smitten with you. 

“We used to be involved with each other, but I didn’t know he was the leader of the gang. I swear!” You said to Naoya. “He was one of my first loyal customers at the club and he just disappeared one day. I never saw him again after one night.” You explained.

“You should have told us this when I showed you the picture of him,” Naoya said.

“I didn’t know how you guys would react.” You argued back. “You probably don’t trust me, but I swear I didn’t know who he was.” 

Naoya let out a sigh as he loosened up his tie. His head back and he could only glance out the window of the passing buildings as the driver was speeding down the freeway. “Obviously, he didn’t give you that much information on your father since he wants to be such a fuckin’ flirt?” 

“I gave him until the week to contact me and I still want to go forward with my plan.” You explained.

Naoya let out a sigh. He had managed to make some connections for the Zenin branch, but you had made no progress in finding out more information about her father. Other than giving your number to an old fling. Naoya knew that it was simply his fault for disappearing within the night for his gain, but you did tell him you could handle yourself and urged him to go mingle with crooked politicians. “Driver, stop the car!” Naoya demanded. 

The car halted so quickly and you glanced at Naoya as he was climbing out of the car. At this point, you guys were in an area near a lot of nightclubs and such. “Where are you going?” You asked as you leaned over before he could shut the door.

“I need a drink and to go home to start planning some moves,” Naoya said as he looked at you. He would tell the driver to make sure you got to Toji’s safely, but before he closed the door he looked at you with such an intense look. 

“Y/N, I’m telling him you know Asahi, but it’s up to you to tell him how the hell you know him,” Naoya stated. “Cause, Toji is going to see fuckin’ red if it’s Asahi who tells him he knows the woman he’s interested in because he fucked her.” 

With that, Naoya closed the door leaving you there with your thoughts. Your thoughts on how you could tell the man that you were falling for that you had relations with another man that could be plotting to bring down the whole empire he created.